Dolce Songtext
von Gallery 47

Hello Mr. Critic
Come on, aggravate my soul
Build the witches
Burn the bridges
Violate me whole
Monitor the calories
You greasy, fatty mole
You′re going to lose


My mommy and daddy like religion, don't you know
Drink the bible every night
Their faith this way they show
Carpenter left in the bread bin, God is alcohol
You make it true
Working through with cannabis of your lovely little Spanish holiday

Wallow in your bedroom, wonder how you lost her love
Just absorbed or insecure, or all of the above
Social network photograph
Together hand in glove
We had to choose